True dat! When you went up that side of the mountain the inclines were nearly vertical in places and it was only your groin that had a grip on the poma...Your hands held tight only to steady your fear! The old lift would jerk and pull as people got off at Tower Fourteen and you could always count on the lift stopping when you were around Tower Eighteen! There was barely any snow covering the exposed Quartzite rock but you couldn't tell that until you went over it, tearing up your skis. Also, there was nothing quite like the blast of subzero wind that hit you when you crested the top. The last thing that wind encountered was the glaciers on Baffin Island I think! And yet, we loved it because that was the way to get to 'Lover's Lane' but that's a story for later on. I'm soon going to have to leave skiing for a while to cover the loads of other things going on at the time.

No kidding huh? One thing this exercise is doing for me is bringing back floods of memories! I'll get one idea and start to formulate it and while I'm writing/drawing others come so I just jot down the thought for development later on.
I used to hate how skis would jolt to a stop when you pulled over quartzite...tearing the crap out of your base and taking huge gouges out of your edges.